::
CALLING
IN
THE
COUNSEL
::
The stones sit still,
Weathered by winds.
The very winds that make
A dance of countless wings.
Both hold whispers of our ancestors.
As the land remains an anchor,
Can we, once more, learn to listen?
I follow those who honour the earth,
Finding healing in the soil,
In the stones, in the stories,
And in the endless motion of life.
In these images,
Is a call to remember,
A call to reconnect,
To heal the present
With the wisdom of the past.
